L'aire's suggestion was grudgingly acknowledged as he exited the diner. Letting Stephen out of his sight seemed like a terrible idea, but escaping a bomb and surviving to regret said choice seemed the best route long term.
"Back to the Forge." Milo's stone demeanor cracked as a degree of agitation slipped into his voice. He climbed back into the bed of the truck, not wanting to wait for the Ogress to catch up. The notepad in his back pocket was pretty uncomfortable to sit on, but he wasn't pulling it back out in public where Stephen could see him. For now he would simply wait, watching the diner to see if the threat they were running from was even real.
Not at all embarrassed by it, Ramona sprints for her truck. She hadn't seen the bomb herself, and is not quite sure why L'aire's so certain, but she smelled that strong chemical scent, and in matters this serious she'll take the Onyx Queen's word for it. She throws open the door to her truck and clambers inside, getting it started while she makes sure the rest of the group pile in. "Keep your heads down!" Ramona advises, quickly accelerating out of the lot and making her way as quick as she can away from the diner, quietly hoping no one is struck by flying debris. Being wary of police notice is wise too, and Ramona looks for the first intersection she can find; a few turns could help them leave a less obvious trail.
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